Mr. Jaguar (10 page)

The heavy body above him tensed up. “Motherfucker!” Mike uttered and looked back, still arched over James. The moment James followed his gaze, he also noticed Richard’s face in the window, rifle resting on the windowsill.

“You outta your fuckin’ head?” Mike screamed and got to his feet, presenting James two massive red splodges on his back. “We were already dead!”

“Looked a bit too alive to me.” Richard chuckled.

“Very funny,” growled James, scrambling to his feet. He would not be embarrassed at a time like this. “He doesn’t have the armor on.”

He barely finished saying that when Mike was already climbing through the window to reach Richard. “You so tough, son of a bitch? Let me see how tough you are when I send all that porcelain in your mouth flying!”

“Mike!” hissed James, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him back. “He’s not worth it!”

“It’s just a game!” Richard yelled, already pacing away. “Chill out!”

Mike huffed and stayed put. “I’ll let him go, but I don’t care when this game ends. Let’s get some lube.”

“Why, you want to turn your aggression somewhere else?” asked James, molding himself to Mike’s body, which he was still hugging at the waist.

Mike turned in his embrace all of a sudden, as if he were burnt. “Yeah, yeah, all fucking night,” he said and kissed James’s aching lip.

James snorted and quickly gathered his equipment. He was horny and excited, but underlying all that was a growing tumor of anxiety. Things were moving so fast that he was about to lose an arm to the rollercoaster.

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Chapter 7

Mike acted like a horny teenager on Viagra. He kept touching James on their way to the hotel, and telling James about all sorts of filth he wanted to do. Knowing that it was him, James Austin, who fueled those urges in Mike Miller, made all the workouts worth it. When they were changing into normal clothes, James noticed two massive bruises on Mike’s back. He’d smack Richard himself for those. They stopped at a gas station to get the necessary supplies, and it felt like the distance couldn’t get any longer, even though James was still on the fence whether he should be doing this or not. The moment he stopped the car in the hotel parking lot, it was a race to their room, and James prayed this night wouldn’t be something he would regret to the end of his life.

He went in first, immediately kicking off his shoes. As usual, he pulled out his wallet and cell phone, and placed them on the shelf by the door, along with the keys. He was so nervous that each and every inch of his body was starting to ache with the tension in his muscles.

He hadn’t yet decided on what he wanted to say when Mike grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward the bathroom. “I’ll show you what you missed out on at school,” he said in a low, raspy voice.

All thought left James’s head at that tone, and with the tightening of the collar around his neck, he felt a pull at his cock as well. He could sense every bit of fabric rubbing against his skin.

A strange chill went down his spine when Mike pushed him into the shower stall, triggering a wave of memories so ingrained in James’s mind that he couldn’t help the fear mixing with arousal.

“You probably think I was just taunting you, don’t you?” Mike said with his chest heaving.

James gave him a slow nod, too choked up to speak. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the gorgeous man in front of him, and he didn’t want to. Mike was the only truly bright thing he’d experienced throughout the past two days.

“What I wanted was to turn the water on.” The cold stream hit James’s head, but it couldn’t possibly cool the fire rushing through his veins. “And get you undressed.” Mike took off James’s tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.

James stared at him, hypnotized, even though the constant movement of big hands against his chest only fueled the deep lust gathering in his stomach. Would they do it here, in the stream of water that by now had turned warm?

“I dreamed of touching a man’s body, so different from a girl’s. Firm and hairy,” Mike whispered as he pushed the wet shirt and jacket to the tiles, and trailed both his palms down James’s chest. The sensation of rough fingertips rubbing against his skin, and Mike’s smell were so striking it made James’s knees weak.

“Yes,” whispered James, touching Mike’s biceps, which were still mostly dry as he was staying away from the warm stream that already had James completely drenched, with fabric sticking to his skin like warm, caressing palms.

“I imagined you all naked and helpless, just dying to suck my cock as soon as you were naked. I wanted to see your dick so much.” Mike moved closer and unbuckled James’s belt. “I bet it’s gorgeous. Cut or uncut?” Mike’s face was all flushed, and his fingers trembling.

That comment stirred something deep and primitive inside of James’s brain, and he suppressed a moan. To think that Mike had been fantasizing about his cock was like a dream come true. “Cut,” he whispered, glancing lower, to the hands that were roughly unwrapping Mike’s prize. “I wanted to suck your cock back at the gas station.”

“You could have.” All of Mike’s focus was on the pants he was unbuckling, and he gasped when James’s clothes finally dropped to the tiles. He stepped into the stream of water and wrapped his arm around James’s waist as his fingers found the cock he said he wanted to touch so badly. Mike bowed and left a sloppy kiss on James’s neck with a groan.

James closed his eyes when his head fell back, and the water showered his face, completing the weightless pleasure Mike bestowed on him. “I wouldn’t pay for permission to do this,” he gasped, clutching to the warm, solid body next to his.

“How about now, for free?” The rough hand petted James’s back, but quickly slid lower, as Mike clearly enjoyed exploring every inch of James’s cock. Mike was panting. He squeezed the whole length of it with his fingers and swirled the thumb around the head, making James tremble.

James kissed Mike’s chin and lapped at it, shivering when the stubble scratched his tongue. “Is this what you would have liked me to do back at school?” he whispered, unzipping Mike’s slacks. He tried to savor every molecule of Mike’s exquisite scent, even as it was mellowed down by water.

“Yeah, I wanted you to kneel for me in that shower.” Each stroke of Mike’s hand on James’s cock evoked years of wet dreams about the school quarterback. Mike gripping one of his buttocks was like a reminder of the lust-hate feelings James had lived with for years, and now he could finally complete the circle.

With a deep sigh, James pulled the large hand away from his cock and held onto Mike’s wrist as he sank to his knees in the puddle of water at his feet. One look up to the toned god standing against the bright lamplight was enough to confirm to James that this was where he wanted to be. He couldn’t hold back a smile that bloomed on his lips. “Show me.”

Mike pushed his pants down, breathing hard, with water dripping down his face. James had already had the pleasure of seeing the beast in Mike’s pants, but it was no less amazing to see it again, already filling, stiffening, ready for play, with water drizzling down its graceful arch. “Can you deep throat?” Mike uttered and leaned against the wall.

James felt a rush of heat to his face and nodded, looking up with a smile. None of his other lovers were even close to Mike’s straightforward manner of acting, which he rather liked. “This is a challenge,” he whispered, covering the shaft with both his hands. He gave it a slow pump. A moan left his lips when the thick cock twitched in his grip, and he leaned closer, all the way to the purplish head sticking out from between his fingers. He gave it a slow, languid kiss, shuddering at the smoothness of it when he imagined it sliding in, down the slick road of his tongue and into his throat.

“I don’t wanna push too much, but I’d really love to feel it.” Mike bowed over James and slid his hands to James’s shoulders. “My teenage mind kinda imagined you could.”

James chuckled against the cock and opened his hands to give the throbbing flesh a lick along the bulging vein on the underside. “I couldn’t, believe me.” It took some time to learn but he had been an eager student. It made him proud that he could now present the skill to Mike for the ultimate test. After all, Mike’s cock was bigger than that of James’s exes.

Mike unbuttoned his shirt to reveal cover-worthy stomach muscles. They were so well pronounced, for a moment James just stared at the droplets of water cascading down Mike’s body, to his hips, and sliding all the way down his thighs.

“That cock looks so hot in your mouth,” whispered Mike.

James smiled, feeling all giddy inside as he opened his mouth to suck it in. Keeping one hand at the base, he cupped Mike’s scrotum with the other and weighed the balls in his palm, gently squeezing. His mouth watered when the heavy cockhead rested on his tongue. He arched the muscle, raising Mike’s dick in his mouth, just to feel its gentle slide against the palate, and sure enough, the pulsing pressure on his own cock became hardly bearable.

“That’s so good, Jamie… suck it.” Mike’s big hand slid into James’s hair and gripped it with delicious force.

James mewled into the cock and took it in deeper, making sure that the head got plenty of attention. He started alternating between bobbing his head over the delicious, musky cock, and caressing it with just his tongue and lips. He couldn’t decide which felt better. Spreading his thighs to get some pressure off his own dick, James let his body take charge, and gradually he could accommodate more and more of the length. He was afraid of the shame of not delivering what he promised, so he took it slow, even though his throat ached to accept Mike’s glorious shaft.

“Dream suck,” Mike whispered and arched against the wall. “I knew you could do it,” he rasped, his cock throbbing by James’s palate, hot and stiff.

James whimpered and combed Mike’s pubes with three of his fingers while still holding onto the base of the prick. Trembling slightly, he positioned himself carefully and pushed. The moment Mike’s cockhead breached the invisible barrier and went into James’s throat, James’s toes curled with the ecstasy rushing all over his skin. It was all the way in. James buried his nose in the damp musk of the pubes and gently squeezed the balls in his hand. He loved this. He loved this so much.

His eyes went up to Mike, seeking his gaze. He needed the heavy palm on his nape again.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” Mike moaned, bent in half over James. Seeing his handsome face all flushed and tense only made it all more worthwhile. James’s eyes glossed over, and Mike holding him in place with both hands was only making him tremble more.

It was a drizzle of warm chocolate covering all of James’s fears. Was his blowjob so good Mike couldn’t hold it? He would have smiled but as soon as he drew back to get some air, liquid heat hit the back of his throat, and he clawed his fingers into the meaty thighs at his sides.

“So fucking amazing.” Mike panted, petting James’s temples with his thumbs. He looked so beautiful and powerful with his face flushed in pleasure. “Swallow?” Mike looked down into his eyes, and James nodded, with the cock still halfway down his mouth. He would if he hadn’t done so already, even if just to make Mike happy.

He slowly withdrew, putting a hand to his throbbing throat. Imagining the wide dick still inside, he reached down between his thighs and squeezed his own cock with a low groan.

“Stop. I want to see you come when I fuck you breathless,” Mike said with half-lidded eyes and slipped his hands to James’s shoulders.

James sighed but didn’t protest despite the need growing in his groin. He liked Mike in control of the pace. “You have a great cock,” he whispered, pulling himself up to his shaky feet. One move was enough to lose the slacks, and he was naked against the hottest guy on the planet.

Nothing could spoil the moment Mike Miller clawed his fingers into James’s ass and picked him up. He didn’t have to suggest it, James instinctually wrapped his legs around his waist and hugged him close. Mike was still panting as he turned around and carried James all the way to the bedroom, kissing his lips and gently nipping at them as he moved along the wall.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, James was worried Mike would be too occupied with their closeness and stumble, but he was too taken with their chemistry to pay much mind to it. A sudden change in gravity brought a yelp out of his lips, but it died down once his back hit the mattress, with Mike’s body falling over him like a tiger’s. Hungry, the beast was ready to devour all James had to offer and suck the marrow out of his bones.

“You’re so hot. I’m gonna get it up again in no time,” Mike rasped, his fingers eager to explore all James’s body still had on offer. “I’ll just get the lube,” he muttered, but didn’t actually pull back yet. James cupped his face with a low sigh and grinned. He was ecstatic. Mike was doing something to him, and he had no idea how to respond to that yet. After all, it was a man he both knew and didn’t.

“Yes.”

When Mike backed off and got up, it was a sight to behold. Almost like the first time James had seen him grown-up, walking out of that crappy convenience store at the gas station, with his coveralls pulled halfway down, and wearing dark shades, his body glistening with sweat. James finally got a better look at Mike’s ass, all round and beefy over those firm thighs. Even the bruises on Mike’s back couldn’t spoil the view as he walked back to the door like the majestic beast he was.

James swallowed hard, pushing back the covers without looking at them because he didn’t want to take his eyes off that beautiful man. Nerves were getting the best of him, twisting and squeezing his stomach. This was Mike Miller. He was going to have Mike Miller inside him. His whole body shuddered with emotion as his eyes met Mike’s from across the room, and the response he got was a hungry grin. Mike waved the little condom packet at James before making his way back. Slower, as if he was giving James ogling time, proud like a lion in the middle of the savannah approaching his chosen lioness.

James took a deep breath and reached out to him. The covers were too cold in contrast to his skin, he needed Mike to cover him with his warmth again. There was nothing he wanted more in the world.